Uninspired Moral

Moral of the story: Iambic pentameter is difficult to write in and will only result in something crappy when you're uninspired.

turning slowly to the eyes of his death
he finds a world of reasons not to live,
the ushering away of the last breath
that of a lost man with no soul to give.

quickly away from the eyes of his life
he'll discover reasons to breathe again,
but none are quite worth the devouring strife,
nothing is found to save man in the end.

with neither peace nor tranquil love to calm
the pangs of thriving sorrows felt alone
heartfelt melancholy has not a psalm
and is no more song than a ghastly moan.

climbing to the apex of a tower
the way down seems so quick and welcoming,
seen not as a thing from which to cower,
rather, for once, joy in having no wings.

softly kissing the wind slapping his face
he will take that one final step forward,
falling slowly into arms of embrace,
quickly fading, denied only a word.